Seige
The heat and white dust feels feudal.
It’s like the last remnants of a fading man.
A landscape of human affairs,
persistently bleak.
Scent of sulphur and burning horse shit
blows through the shutters.
We know the routine.
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It certainly is.
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Sometimes life is bleak. 😦 Great imagery. 🙂
Today on my birthday, I gave myself of finishing the last chapter to my book … now to go write the first five! Did I ever tell you I sometimes do things backwards? 🙂
https://rolandyeomans.blogspot.com/2023/10/sometimes-good-guys-lose.html
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A very happy birthday to you, Roland, and many thanks for a very good read. At least Richard made it out alive. ❤️
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Soooooo gooood
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It's Still Life 
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